So another one from the way-back machine. There was a specific reason this one was on hold though; it has to do with two little segments involving canon characters. I debated leaving it out, but while this one is harmless the next one is used for a bit of explanation and back story. I don't like to play with other people's characters as a rule... but this just fit the story too well. I did sort of ask permission, and wasn't told I couldn't... so here we go.

With apologies to Maggie Finson and Bek D. Corbin specifically, and Whateley canon in general, here we go.

Please remember this one is a fan fiction, and if you feel the characters portrayed are a bit out of character; well, the blood moon was out. The planets aligned, and the dimensions were melting under the weight of various class X's. Choose your poison there.

On with the chapter.

Normally, I’m a light sleeper. I can count the times I’ve slept so deeply that it felt like I was climbing from a deep, dark, comfy, pit into reluctant awareness on two hands. This was one of those times. At some point during the night I’d rolled onto my left side, away from the window, so now I rolled onto my back and glanced at the curtains that diffused the sunlight streaming in.

Story under construction...

‘Late lunch or early dinner?’ I wondered as I dug into a veggie wrap. “At least I can still eat fries. What I wouldn’t give for a nice steak right now.”

I glanced at Kristina’s phone for the tenth time. I still didn’t have anything from Kristina. I felt very exposed at the moment. I didn’t have any proof that the Syndicate had the expertize to track me using technology, but I hated taking the risk.

Strange things happen everyday, even on Mulberry Street. A true story.

Originally posted 2005-May-5; Reposted 2015-Jan-14

Thursday, March 15, 2007
Schuster Hall, Whateley Academy